Section 247

The honest Elder Xue almost stopped Yuan Buwei from letting him go: "My dear friend, it is really a waste to go to a foreign land to open up new lands. If you can stay here, you can continue to study the method of enlightening the spirit with the sword embryo together with everyone." , maybe it won’t take long for you to achieve success. Anyway, your cultivation has not been restored yet, so why go to a foreign land for adventure? "

In the past few days, Yuanwei has been just talking, providing various ideas, and instructing the tool man to do this and that. He accepted the other party's praise without any guilt, but rejected the proposal to stay at the Sword-Forging Sect. .

In the eyes of everyone's disappointment, Yuan Buwei did not forget to cheer up these tool people: "However, I believe that with your ability and perseverance, even without me, you will definitely not relax, and there will be something in the end." "

After hearing this, these people really got excited.

"Since Senior Brother Yue believes in us so much, we will never let you down."

The power of idols is powerful. Several true disciples of the Sword Making Sect who had already been impressed by him immediately spoke with confidence.

"When you come back next time, you will definitely be able to see the spiritual awakening method you imagined before come to fruition!"

And the elders of the Sword Making Sect raised their voices even more dissatisfied: "Don't worry, little friend, even if any kid dares to be lazy and slack off, we old guys are still here. You have given us a good start. If we don’t accomplish anything, how can we have the dignity to see you again?”

"Okay, I'll wait." Yuan Buwei raised the corners of his lips slightly, and looked at them with eyes filled with trust and appreciation.

Looking at this beautiful scene of mutual agreement and mutual encouragement, Shi Yifei and others couldn't help but smile knowingly.

A faint smile overflowed from the originally cold eyes - who doesn't love a proactive tool?

In the reluctant eyes of the disciples of the Sword Making Sect, the teleportation formation shone brightly. When the light completely dissipated, the figures of the group also disappeared.

——In this short period of time, they have crossed an unknown distance and gone to the other side of the world.

Chapter 203 Sword God 16

The sky is vast and the snow-white clouds are as silky as wadding. A sunset looms in the clouds. The dim dusk penetrates through the clouds, dyeing the sky into a dim evening scene.

Under dusk, large tracts of gray land stretch into the distance, and the surface seems to be covered with a layer of gray "gravel". If you look closely, you will find that this is not gravel, but some kind of metal filings similar to iron filings. .

One after another, trees with metallic luster on the surface broke out of the ground, and silver light swayed on the branches and leaves. Across the sea of ​​trees, the city in the distance could be vaguely seen, also glowing with metallic luster under the dusk. silver gray.

This entire world seems to be made of metal.

The evening wind blew from afar, but the metallic silver leaves of the vast sea of ​​trees in the wilderness were constantly swaying in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Along with the evening breeze, there was also a strange smell mixed in the wind.

It smells like blood, but also like rust, or the two are mixed together, which is a bit pungent.

As soon as Yuan Buwei landed, before he could see what was going on around him, he smelled this strange smell.

"...It doesn't look like human blood."

Having made this judgment in his mind, Yuan Buwei calmly smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, stood firm, and then raised his eyes to scan around, taking in everything around him.

Then, he easily came to a conclusion——

"This is... the Golden Spirit Realm?"

Before coming, Yuan Buwei had done his homework.

At least, he is very clear about the situation in foreign lands.

The foreign land in the west is the base camp of alien races and monsters. Monster beasts are easy to understand. Compared with ordinary beasts, they are born with extraordinary blood. The strong ones among them even have their own innate magical powers, but even if they are infinitely close to the Monster King (i.e. the human race’s divine realm) The monster itself does not possess profound wisdom.

Both are born extraordinary, possessing extraordinary blood and talents. The biggest difference between aliens and monsters is their wisdom. This is why humans regard the former as equal creatures, while the latter call them "beasts" ‌.

The so-called alien race is just a general term for the human race. In fact, there are countless types of alien races, large and small. The "population" of some small races may not be more than a hundred in total, which does not prevent them from becoming separate individuals. A family.

Among them, the seven most powerful races, the Golden Spirit Tribe, the Wood Spirit Tribe, the Water Spirit Tribe, the Fire Spirit Tribe, the Earth Spirit Tribe, the Wind Spirit Tribe, and the Thunder Spirit Tribe, jointly rule the foreign lands in the West, each occupying A huge piece of land. The area where they are located is also collectively known as the "Seven Spirit Realm".

Other small tribes live in the cracks and jointly accept the rule of the seven major races.

Since each of these seven tribes has a king who is comparable to the peak of the human race, they are also called the "seven kings co-ruling".

As for why these seven major races are so powerful, it is because their natal magical powers are related to the seven most basic laws of this world. If placed in the magical world, these seven tribes can almost be regarded as the incarnation of the elemental spirits.

Before the human race opened up the path of sword cultivation, the seven major races were the rulers who stood at the top of this world. They were born with talents that were enviable by the human race. Understanding the corresponding laws and avenues was like eating and drinking water. Simple.

After standing at the top of this world for so many years, one can imagine the wealth they have accumulated. Today's four major sects have been able to develop smoothly, and they must be "thankful" to the aliens who fled westward in a hurry, leaving behind many things that could not be taken away.

For example, the Sword Casting Valley is said to be the former holy land of the Fire Spirit Clan, or the cemetery. The reason why the flames have not been extinguished for so many years is that there are a large number of innate fire seeds left by the Fire Spirit Clan after their death buried deep in the Sword Casting Valley.

The innate fire seeds of the Fire Spirit Clan are very helpful for casting the natal sword embryo, the Tianxing Stone of the Gold Spirit Clan is an indispensable material for the cultivation of the natal sword, and the Holy Spring of the Water Spirit Clan is a component of the Huitian Pill, even a drop of it has the ability to regenerate flesh and blood... Almost all of the seven major races have treasure mines, which have long been coveted by the human race.

If it were not for the barrier of the Endless Sea, if it were not for the restrictions of the ancient teleportation array, the eleven Tongxuan peak powerhouses standing at the top of the world would have joined forces to kill them.

It's a pity that the ancient teleportation array can't carry masters such as Tongxuan peak, and it can't teleport too many people at a time, plus it can only be opened once a year.

In the end, the four major sects had to regretfully give up the robbery plan, and instead selected elites in the form of a sword competition and sneaked in quietly. Try not to attract the attention of the seven races, and look for precious resources and treasures.

For this reason, the four sects specially prepared magic weapons for everyone to conceal their breath and disguise. As long as they are not in front of the seven kings, they will never be easily seen through.

After all, there are only fourteen people in Yuan Buwei's group, and there are more than tens of thousands of alien races in the foreign land. If they reveal their identities openly, they will be exhausted to death even if they are exhausted. What's more, there are seven kings who are far stronger than them?

After confirming that this is the Golden Spirit Realm, Yuan Buwei immediately moved his mind and activated the magic weapon. In a flash, a very light silver-gray luster began to spread silently from his face, forming a layer of light silver metal, which looked as if he was covered with a half mask.

——This is a unique feature of the Golden Spirit Clan.

They look similar to humans in appearance, but their internal structure is completely different. There is always a place on their body that shows a completely metal composition, perhaps the forehead, perhaps the arm, or perhaps the thigh... In short, it is as natural as a human birthmark.

The magic weapon created by the four sects together can simulate the characteristics of the seven tribes. If it were the Fire Spirit Tribe at this time, he would add a Fire Spirit Totem to himself.

After doing this, Yuan Buwei stepped forward and walked towards the direction where the strange smell came from.

In the depths of the forest, a scene of slaughter appeared in front of him. The smell of rust and blood almost hit him in the face, and it was extremely strong.

There were corpses all over the ground, at least nearly a hundred corpses, and the fighting was not over among the corpses. The silver blood almost formed a pool of blood.

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On one side, it looks like a caravan, with a beast that looks like an elephant pulling a carriage, and the crooked caravan flag is still lying on the ground. After the fight, there are only more than a dozen guards left, all of whom are injured, and it is extremely tragic;

On the other side, judging from their clothes, they look like gangsters. When they fight, they have a fierce spirit of fearlessness and a strong murderous aura. Although many gangsters died in the battle, and now the number of people on this side has been reduced to less than 30, they have no intention of retreating at all. Instead, they seem to be aroused and act more fiercely.

——However, whether it is a caravan or a gang, they are all motivated by profit. How could the guards of the caravan be so loyal and willing to die? The gangs are more profit-oriented. If the loss is too great, it will not be worth it. How could they kill everyone for the sake of robbing money, even at the cost of heavy casualties?

On the "caravan" side, everyone was determined to protect the seemingly ordinary carriage behind them. They were already at a disadvantage and were tied up. As their companions died one by one, the original tight defense finally had loopholes.

At this moment, a sharp arrow came with a bad wind and shot straight at the carriage at an incredible speed. There were countless silver lights flowing on the surface, almost forming a vortex, and the momentum was extremely terrifying. There was no doubt that once this arrow hit, the entire carriage would be shattered.

"Miss, Third Master!"

The leading old man roared and rushed towards the carriage without hesitation. His pupils almost turned into pure silver, and the blood in his body flowed like mercury, the sound became louder and louder, and finally turned into countless silver sands that penetrated his body.

Blah blah blah...

The silver sands in the air gathered like a galaxy, like a waterfall falling down, hanging right in front of the carriage, and collided with the sharp arrow that shot out.

Snap——

The silver arrow turned into countless fragments, and the waterfall-like silver sands also scattered again, about to flow into the old man's body again, but were ruthlessly cut off by a sudden knife light. And the knife light did not stop, and directly cut the old man, cutting him out and falling heavily on the ground.

In the air, blood sprayed. But the silver in the blood had become very light, looking like water.

The old man fell to the ground weakly, the color in his eyes had faded, and he looked around. Just when he had overdrawn his blood power and distracted himself to protect the carriage, the remaining dozen guards had been killed by the bandits who rushed over. Although the other side also lost a lot of people, only more than 20 people were left.

- But this was enough.

He looked desperate and miserable.

The leader of the bandits who had just chopped him off was also seriously injured. He sneered at the dying old man, and then cast his cold and grim eyes at the carriage. He waved his hand: "Cut the grass and eradicate the roots, leaving no future troubles."

The bandits behind him responded in unison and were about to go forward to deal with the people in the carriage. When they lifted the curtain, they saw that there was no one in it. They all changed their colors. The leader grabbed the half-dead old man on the ground out of thin air, and his expression was extremely gloomy: "Damn old man, are you kidding me?!"

-This scene was enough for him to react. The other party used some means to change the day, and had been confusing them with an empty carriage, and was posing a posture of fighting to the death, but the real target had long gone.

When he saw the empty carriage, a trace of surprise flashed through the depths of the old man's eyes, but it quickly converged. Being grabbed by someone, he just smiled miserably but didn't say anything.

"Good! Very good!"

The veins on the man's face popped out, and he signaled his men to search everywhere. His eyes swept over the corpses on the ground, and he was almost furious: "This play is so realistic! They are willing to use so many lives to delay time.